The Harlots of 42nd Street - Dead End

You think you can leave me baby sun or shine
Before you go you better think twice
'Cause baby baby I don't need your lies no more packing up your bags will suffice

I think you need a friend to help you through, yeah!
I think you need a friend to keep you cool

She's running around all over town will all my other friends
She makes me sick to my stomach with her dirty little lies
Baby thinks, if she leaves shes gonna break my heart
Let me tell you something baby it never even crossed my mind

I think you need a friend to help you through, yeah!
I think you need a friend to keep you cool

And watch it
You're heading’ toward the dead end
You just can't make it no more
You're heading’ toward the dead end
Ya can't get your feet of the floor
Oh yeah
Dead end?
Dead end!
I hope you learned your lesson 'cause it goes to show that foolin with your man ain't right
So baby on the next time don't cha fool and play
'cause it'll blow up in your hands like a stick of dynamite
I think you need a friend to help you through, yeah!
I think you need a friend to keep you cool

And watch it
You're heading toward the dead end
Ya just can't make it no more
You're heading toward the dead end
You can't get your feet off the floor
You're heading toward the dead end
You just can't make it no more
You're heading toward the dead end
You can't get your feet off the floor
Oh yeah!